So I was at Chili's Too with my friends before our flight out, just jammin' on some raps and being seen by the people emerging from the homeland security checkpoint. Keith was recalling fond memories of meeting a toothless truck driver from the Netherlands the night before. It's not very often that you meet someone who you feel you would want to spend the rest of your life with, especially on a three day bender in Las Vegas. We all agreed that Keith would do well to track him down, profess his love and become a gay.
As an aside, Chili's Too, Las Vegas is to airport dining, what the Detroit Lions are to professional football.
As another aside, Dustin took a shit here, but strangely didn't have much to say about it.